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Featuring: Max Mayfield + Others
What's Happening? Finding things on the porch, delivering a gift to Steve and a network post - OTA
When: March 5th - ?
Content Warnings: None so far.

I. [Spam - Open to Housemates/People Who Might Be Visiting]

[There's a huge box on the porch when she arrives home from her quiet maintenance duties and for a moment, she just stares at it. She approaches it with caution, poking it lightly with her left shoe. When nothing happens, she moves to kneel down beside it, carefully pulling the lid off and staring at the contents inside for a full moment, shock running through her.

Because right at the top lay her skateboard from home. Broken, but held together with gray tape. She wonders if she's hallucinating, but she reaches out and picks it up and when it doesn't crumble to dust, she hugs it to her chest. Tears prick her eyelids and she rolls her eyes at herself for getting so emotional over something so simple, but it's her board. And it's here, even if she can't actually use it.

After a long few moments, she carefully moves into the house, setting her board down on the couch and then hauling in the box to see what else is there.]

II. [Spam - Open to Steve Harrington]

[The moment she finds the bat, studded with nails, she knows exactly what to do with it. Who it belongs to. She has no clue why things are showing up here that are from home, but it's something she's relieved to see. She's seen Steve in action with it once before. There's not exactly a door to the family room, but she lingers in the door frame when she sees him sitting by the fireplace.

She lifts her hand in a wave to try and catch his attention, hiding the bat behind her back for the moment.]

[UN: MadMax]

So weird question but did anyone else get a big box of random stuff on their porch today?

[Private Network to Kara]

So...hi. Are you okay?

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me too. I'd kill for some stuff from back home.

I'll say. Back in the fifties there seems like there was WAY less stuff to do

Yeah it's really weird to remember. I havent met anyone else from the fifties either besides Bill. At least not that I know of

Yeah then it's like that. It doesnt have batteries though and it works a lot like the device, kinda. It's really cool. I'll have to show you.

It ...really is. I dont really know. I feel like it's what happened and then suddenly all these other kids were dying so...maybe...maybe it was what kickstarted it?

i
wanted to throw it out because it really spooked me
but i didnt
it felt wrong to.

Who even knew that was possible? [Because so far the 80's are boring, too, but at least there's video games.

Yeah definitely. I miss music.

Who was the kid? Was it...anyone you know?

[She wonders about that. An act so terrible that it somehow causes actual evil to be born, to take its own shape and form.]

You guys seem to have way better movies and music and like. everything else.

I do too. Im really excited to have this thing. You can borrow it if you ever want to

um
kind of.

there was this kid named Eddie Corcoran and he had a kid brother Dorsey- and Dorsey was Georgie's age and their stepdaddy was a real mean son of a bitch and beat dorsey to death with a hammer. dorsey knew georgie and i kind of knew the other eddie.

eddie corcoran later disappeared too so

we werent friends exactly but we werent enemies or anything either, you know?

we do have some good movies and music. and at least i don't have to wear dresses to school.

yeah? thanks, Eddie.

[And now she's just going to read and reread what he's wrote, face growing pale at the thought of someone beating some little kid to death with a hammer. Jesus Christ.]

and you think this is what started everything back home?

yea a lot of girls i know wear dresses. i dont know if they HAVE To but it's definitely a big thing

sure thing. it totally blows being quiet all the time.

(Truth be told, it's one of the hardest Derry stories to swallow, and Eddie knew a lot of them. It still made his stomach curl. Why did adults hate children so much? He could never wrap his mind around it.)

it's a guess...but it lines up with some other stuff. who knows what causes evil, you know? where did your guys monster come from?

my mom always told me the schools wouldn't let girls wear pants when she was growing up. ugh.

yeah it does.

[It makes Max's stomach curl, too, and she doesn't even know the kids it happened to. It makes her think about Neil and Billy, about how bad things could get if Neil was pushed enough. Or if Billy himself was.]

yeah, if it lines up it's probably connected. [Believing in coincidences is too much of a luxury anymore.] they were from another place. a bad place. my friends call it the upside down. [She wonders if it was Will or Mike who filled him in on the demogorgons.]

i never really thought about whether they were allowed to but now that i think about it i dont remember seeing any girls wearing pants back in school

(He doesn't mean to upset her, though, truthfully, there was sometimes nothing that could be done. Bad things needed to be talked about.)

Most likely. (He's glad Max understands that much.) The Upside Down? Why that?

(It had been Will. The two of them had talked monsters a little bit, and Eddie had made the connections from there.)

did your friend bev wear pants outside of school?

[She's not even sure why she's asking, really. She's curious about his other friends, in particular Bev, the only girl in his group. She wonders if they're anything alike.]

you know, that's a good question. i don't actually know why they called it that. lucas never said.

not really that i can remember. but i dont know if richie's version of bev did or not.

(Eddie remembered Bev in dresses. Always dresses and bruises. Max and Bevvie were more alike than even Eddie realized. Maybe not in all ways, but enough ways that he thinks that they would like each other.)

oh. i guess that makes sense though. It's not like we know everything about our monster stuff either. It's kind of a bitch too since there's a lot of people who want all these answers and you're just like

man i lived it i didnt study it

[She makes a mental note to ask Richie about his version of Bev. She wonders how alike and similar the two are. She also wonders what it would be like to have one of her friends be from an entirely different decade. It's weird to think about.]

yeah. did you talk to will? or mike? [She's leaning toward Will, simply because Mike had been pissed to know she knew about all of that stuff.]

I only saw them once before I got here. the monsters. they called them demogorgons.

(It ....was really weird. Eddie still couldn't quite get over it sometimes. It was weird in general thinking about how he was technically a lot older than even grown-ups here if they were going by year alone.)

Will. But I met Mike before. It's wild how much like Richie he looks. Mike was pretty nice to me, but Will and I (He hesitates, his thumbs sliding over the screen. Will and him connected....in a certain way that he doesn't know how to word, and thinking about it too much makes him go a little red.)

He talked to me a little about it.

Demogorgons? Weird. But I guess monster names are always weird. Did you guys kill them?

[Max doesn't dare let her mind go down that path. Science already isn't her strong suit. She doesn't want to make her brain implode thinking about how here she'd be in her forties. Jesus.]

you met mike? and he was nice to you? [Okay, hurt feelings: ignited. So it was literally specifically her that Mike disliked so much, and not new people in general.]

Will's... [She softens almost immediately at the mention of Will.] Will's great.

Yeah I guess demogorgons are from this game Dungeons and Dragons? So they named it that.

I don't know. The last thing I remember from home is Steve pushing me out of the way and hitting it with his bat. I don't know if it died or what.

Yeah? I was like. Covered in all this shit and having an asthma attack so he helped me. (He doesn't really want to call it an asthma attack but he also doesn't really know what a 'panic attack' is either so there's not many other ways to describe his complete melt down.

But something triggers a memory and he's suddenly frowning. Maybe it wasn't obvious that Max was hurt, but Eddie was pretty aware and he remembered something Will had said that was...weird to him.)

Wait. You and Mike don't get along. I forgot.

I'm sorry, Max.

Will is great. (More than great, really.)

Oh yeah. I've been told a little about the game. I've never played it though.

That's crazy. Steve's that older guy you trust right?

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[Maybe that's the problem. Maybe Mike had to actively feel like someone new needed his help before he'd be nice to them. And Max is just too damned independent to ever admit she might need help. In which case, they're probably going to stay - not enemies, but not friends either. Acquaintances. Chilly acquaintances.]

It's fine. It's not that big of a deal. [She doesn't need Mike's friendship.]

Me either. Lucas and Dustin told me a little but there wasn't really time to learn much about it with everything going on back home.

Yeah, that's Steve.

[And that's why she trusts him. Hard not to trust someone who saves your life, even if it's a very fragile kind of trust because she doesn't really know him.]

(Eddie automatically frowns. Maybe she said it wasn't a very big deal, but truthfully, he knew how it felt wanting to be someone's friend. He couldn't imagine how it would have felt to have one of the Losers hate him or at least be mean with him.)

Hey, where are you now? Somewhere in the house?

Yeah I guess that makes sense. And kids get jack all when it comes to knowing how stuff works.

(Steve seemed like an okay dude- though Eddie would have reservations until he met him personally. Though he would be in agreement about the life-saving part. It really was hard to dismiss that sort of thing.)

Yeah, I'm just downstairs in the dining room.

[Pondering if the gray tape was enough to hold her skateboard together well enough to attempt riding on it - provided she can even find a place soundproofed enough to ride it.

Max understands reservations. She has her own, but so far Steve seemed to be the opposite of Billy, and that's the scale for her. 0 to Billy Hargrove, and anyone in the middle was apt to slide toward the latter end of the scale that she'd rather avoid. She'll trust every kid here over most of the adults, Supergirl not included. There are some she's slowly building trust with - Majima, "Hot Dog." But she's also toed the line in every way she can. She wonders what would happen if that was to change for any reason.]

Come to my room so we can talk.

(Properly talk. This device stuff killed Eddie sometimes. It was a royal pain in the ass.

Eddie was okay enough with "Hot Dog" and a handful of others. The adult he trusted the most here though was honestly Majima. Mostly because Majima has been...very open with Eddie and Eddie felt like Majima had no real reason to be. He even knew about his momma. That - that made a big difference as far as Eddie was concerned.)

Okay. Be right there.

[She leaves her board on the table and heads down the hall toward the master bedroom, peeking her head in and lifting her hand in a wave before slipping inside and closing the door behind her.]

What's up?

(Normally Eddie didn't approach these kinds of things if it could be helped. It sometimes made him feel odd, but, at the same time, he cared a lot more about Max's feelings than he did his own. He had his leg bent and an elbow resting on it. Now that he had a stereo, it was almost always playing when he had the luxury of it.

It was playing softly now, but he paid it no mind as Max entered his room. He bit the inside of his cheek, considering Max's face for a moment.)

It's okay, you know. (He starts off slowly, hesitantly, not sure if this was really his place to say anything. But, well. Had that really ever stopped him before?)

To be upset about the Mike thing. I'd be real upset if someone in my friend group didn't like me.

[It's not really what she's expecting, though with Eddie maybe she should have. She leans against the door for a minute and then makes her way over to sit down on the floor by his bed, leaning her back against it. She sits quietly, listening to his stereo and just enjoying the sound of something besides her own heartbeat.

She can't wait to get the entire house soundproofed. It'll feel like a weight's been lifted.

But she directs her focus back to his comment about Mike and she exhales slowly, pulling one knee up to her chest and craning her neck to look up at him.]

He doesn't have to like me. But I guess what worries me is that - if I wind up back home and he keeps hating me, maybe the others will stop liking me, too. He's kind of like, their unofficial leader or whatever. [Eventually it would come down to a choice, because that's just how it usually works when you're kids.]

(Eddie felt a little bad that his room had been the first. Though at the same time, a lot of people were in and out of it all the time. He moves over to lay down on his belly. He automatically picks up a lock of her hair to play with it. Doesn't entirely know why, but, well. It seemed okay to do. He tips his head to look down at her when she looks up at him.

He props his chin into his hand and considers her concern very seriously, flipping her hair idly around a finger.)

Okay, yeah, I could get why that'd make you a nervous wreck. If someone came into our group and Bill didn't like them....

(There were leaders in groups for reasons. And Eddie understood the mentality of having someone like that in his life. If Bill didn't like someone, Eddie automatically assumed there was a good reason for it and trusted Bill to make fair, good choices. He isn't so sure Bill would ever react to someone the way Mike did to Max though.)

Why does he hate you so much?

[Max isn't at all bothered that Eddie's room was soundproofed first. She's just glad there's a place in the house they can go to actually talk instead of type everything. The latter gets tiring. If she's bothered by him playing with her hair, it doesn't show. Spoiler alert: she's not bothered.]

Yeah, exactly.

[Her lips tug downward. She's extremely glad Bill hadn't taken to her presence the way Mike had. Here, at least, she has a place where she feels like she belongs.]

Honestly? I have no idea. He said I'm annoying and that the Party doesn't need anymore members in it.

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Bill would never be like that though. We love him as our leader because he's good and he's kind...He wouldn't hate someone just because. We're the Losers, you know?

(They take care of people like their own. The social outcasts. They'd had friends outside of their little group, and it hadn't been a problem, except when those people rubbed the wrong way against one of them. Like that one kid who had called Bevvie's mom a whore. But either way, Max was nothing but good and kind. She was an outcast like them, and that only made her fit even better with them. If Max had been back in Derry...

Eddie really thinks maybe there would have been an eighth member to their club. The potential felt real.)

...(Eddie's quiet at first, frowning hard. Mike had seemed honestly kind and open to making friends, so he didn't...really understand it. But he also didn't not believe Max either.)

Is it cause you're a girl? (It seemed unfair, maybe, but boys were also idiots about girls too. It wouldn't shock Eddie if that was the reason.)

You're not annoying, and honestly, aren't Parties supposed to be stronger with more members? We have seven in our Club. Well. Eight now, I think. (He gives her hair a playful tug to make it clear he means her.

And Jake....Well. That was different.)

The thing is, I don't think Mike is a bad guy.

[She's quiet for a moment, thinking about the way Will talks about his best friend, about the way Lucas and Dustin had, too. Bad guys didn't generally get admiration from good people, and the three of them were good people. Kind. But maybe she and Mike's personalities were just too different for them to be able to get along and be friends.

Or.

Because she's a girl. Her eyes narrow at that and she huffs, annoyance rising at the thought. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe Mike just hated all girls who weren't Eleven. Well, that was certainly stupid and sexist.]

It might be, I guess.

[She looks up at him, tiny smile on her face when he tugs on her hair, because she gets what he's saying and her cheeks grow warm. She chews her lower lip for a moment, then turns so she's facing him, hands resting on the sides of his bed.]

If we find a way to get out of this place, maybe we can all go somewhere different, together. You know, not your world and not mine, but somewhere else. Somewhere that doesn't suck.

[It's a thought that's been plaguing her for awhile now, as she lays awake at night, worrying about what's going to happen. She worries about what's going to happen to Eddie, specifically. To his friend Stan, whom she hasen't even met. To what it will do to Richie and Bill if it all plays out the way he'd described to her.]

I don't think he is either.

(And that was the truth. Nothing about Mike struck Eddie as a bad guy- or even a jerk. Eddie had met Mike and within the first hour of knowing him, he knew that he was a good guy. Worth being friends with, for sure.

So it was a little baffling this whole...Max and Mike thing.)

But good people can still be idiots sometimes. (Good didn't mean perfect, after all.

Eddie shrugs at her huffing- not that he can really blame her for it. He'd be pretty angry if someone hated him for such a baseless reason too. And hell, people hated him for that kind of thing all the time.)

Boys can be really fucking dumb about stuff like that.

(Eddie knows it isn't much of a comfort but well...It's honest.

When Max turns to face him, he lets go of her hair so as to not hurt her. He raises his head some, and for a second, he says nothing at all. The real funny thing was, or maybe it was real sad, he didn't...even think of there being a place 'better'.

Somewhere that doesn't suck.)

You really think there's a place like that out there?

(It's....Almost hard to believe. A place where picket fences sat in neat yards tended to by loving people who didn't want to beat their children or take their clothes off or tell them to take a bunch of pills they didn't really need. A place where if an adult saw some big kids breaking the arm of a little kid, they'd actually do something. Places where people didn't kill people's dogs just cause they were black, or where bigger boys didn't yell real bad at little girls just because they were angry at their fathers. A place where boys with abilities (and girls, he thought) could be left alone.

And he supposed, as an afterthought, a place without monsters would be pretty nice.

Did a place like that even exist though? It was...It was hard to believe. It was harder yet to think that his life could ever be something so nice. He worried too, he wouldn't lie, and he worried for Stan, and he worried for Richie and Bill. God, he never wanted to hear Richie cry like that ever again in all his life.)

All us kids?

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cw; child abuse in...p much every aspect.